Condemned

Condemned to life in isolation
With no means of communication
As I stare absently at my cell wall
My eyes are dry, no tears will fall
Images are not passing before my eyes
Only a feeling man gets before he dies
My last thoughts are becoming clear
And I feel my time drawing near
I know my life is coming to its end
I'm dying alone, without ally; without friend
I have decided not to fight my fate
My mind is free of anger, sadness, and hate
I saw in their eyes the fear
And I never shed a single tear
Through their screams I felt their pain
With me, my deeds remain
I close my eyes and sigh for the last time
Regrets, I have none, that is my crime

Awesome write here, Nour ! When you believe in a loving Creator, whats the point in having regrets ... smile ... I really enjoyed this and its a very well-deserved feature this week at the Soup. Congratulations!!